Be a man, Stand strong, Men don't cry, They say. That's how we are made. Somewhere, There's a conveyor belt Constantly chucking out Boys, with pent-up toxic emotions, Shoulders hunched under the weight of society's expectations. There's a piece of wood in my mouth I bite hard on it praying I don't black out As I saw off another weakness I saw in the mirror. Something about Better to enter the Kingdom With one arm... I don't know... A brother died today,